4 a.m.
reflection of scars
cold
I am no comfort
can't think
everything is lost
we're wasting so much time
when lives are on the line
all I want to do is cry
why do you have to die?
picture of you
made a mess of me
pretend to miss me when I'm gone
and think I've always been my own
we're wasting so much time
when lives are on the line
all I want to do is cry
why do you have to die?
being here
being here
